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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.