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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.