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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.