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 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.