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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.