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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Index,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.