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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.