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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.