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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.