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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Slave to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.