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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.