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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.