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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.