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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.