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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.