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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.