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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Move to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.