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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.