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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.