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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.