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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.