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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Remains,
CMW,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.