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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.