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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.