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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Mars,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.