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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.