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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.