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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Standells,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.