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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Franke,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.