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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.