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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.