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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Move to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.