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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Mars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.