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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
PIL,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.