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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.