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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.