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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Aswad,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.