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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
MC5,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.