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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.