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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.