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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.