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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.