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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Faust,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.