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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.