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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.