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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.