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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.