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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.