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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.