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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.