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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.