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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.