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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.