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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.