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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.