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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
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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.