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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Chrome 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.