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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.