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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Flipper,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.