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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.