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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.