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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.