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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Nas,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.