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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Television,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.