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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.