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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.