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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.