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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.