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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.