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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.