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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.