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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.