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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.