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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
cv313,
ABBA,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.