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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
June Days,
Faust,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.