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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.