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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crime,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.