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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.