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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.