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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.