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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.