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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.