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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.