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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.