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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.