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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Aswad,
X-102,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.