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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.