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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.