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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.