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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.