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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.