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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.