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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.