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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.