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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Television,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.