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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.