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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.