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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
the Association,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.