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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.