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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.