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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.