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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
10cc,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.