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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.