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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.