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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Nas,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.