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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.