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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.