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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.