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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.