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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.