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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toni Rubio 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Japan,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.