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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.