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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.