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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.