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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.