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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.