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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.