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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.