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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.