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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.