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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.