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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.