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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.