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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Crime,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.