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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.