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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
EPMD,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.