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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.