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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.