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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.