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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.