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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.