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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.