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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.