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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.