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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.