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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.