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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.