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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.