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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.