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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.