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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
the Germs,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.