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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.