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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Names,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.