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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.