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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.