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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.