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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
X-102,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.