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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
MC5,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.