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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.