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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.