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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.