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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.