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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Technova,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.