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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.