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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Audionom to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.