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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.