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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.