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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.