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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.