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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.