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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.