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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.