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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.