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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.