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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.