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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Television,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.