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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.