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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.