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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.