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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.