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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.