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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.