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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.