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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.