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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.