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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.