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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Magma,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.