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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.