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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.