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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
X-101,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.