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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.