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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.