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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.