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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.