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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Evens,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.