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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Television,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.