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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.