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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.