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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.