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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.