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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Can,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.