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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.