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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Fear,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.