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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.