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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.