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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.