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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Nas,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.