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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.