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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.