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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.