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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.