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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.