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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
John Holt,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.