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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.