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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.