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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.