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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Index,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.