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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.