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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Technova,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Jandek,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.