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 India and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.