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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.