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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.