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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Roxette,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.