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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.