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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.