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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.