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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.