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 France and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.