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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.