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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Index,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Monks,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
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.