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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.