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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.