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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.