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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.