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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.