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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.