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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.