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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.