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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Move,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.