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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
cv313,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.