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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.