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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.