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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.