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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.