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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Cybotron 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.