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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Index,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.