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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.