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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.