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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound 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 grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.