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 Mali 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.