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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.