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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.