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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.