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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.