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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.