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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nas,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.