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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.