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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.