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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 UT to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Wire,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.