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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.