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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.