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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
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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.