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 Gabon and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.