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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.