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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.