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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.