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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
New Order,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
cv313,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.