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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Can,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.