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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.