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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.