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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.