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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.