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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.