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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.