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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.