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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.