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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.