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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.