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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.