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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.