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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.