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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.