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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.