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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.