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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.