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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.