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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.