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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.