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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.