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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.