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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.