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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.