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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.