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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.