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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.