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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.