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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.