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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Moebius,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.