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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.