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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.