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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.