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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.