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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.