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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.