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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.