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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Franke,
Lyres,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.