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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
CMW,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.