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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.