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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.