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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.