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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
UT,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.