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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.