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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.