Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.