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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.