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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.