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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.