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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Can,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.