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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.