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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.