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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.