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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.