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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Technova,
Visage,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.