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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Niagra,
UT,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.