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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.