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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.