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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.