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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.