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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.