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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Smog,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
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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.