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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Warsaw,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.