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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.