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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.