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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Index,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.