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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.