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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Magma,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.