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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.