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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
X-101,
ABC,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.