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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.