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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.