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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.