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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.