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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.