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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Martian,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.