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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.