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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.