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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.