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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.