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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.