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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.