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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Gong,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.