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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.