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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Accadde A 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Gong,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.