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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.