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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.