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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.