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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.