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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.