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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.