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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.