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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.