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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.