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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.