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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
UT,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Japan,
ABC,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.