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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.