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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.