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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.