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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.