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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.