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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Visage to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.