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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.