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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.