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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.