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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.