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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.