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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.