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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.