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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.