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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.