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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.