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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.