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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.