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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Brick,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.