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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.