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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Move,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.