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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.