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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.