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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.