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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.