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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.