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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.