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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.