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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Ituana,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.