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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.