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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
X-101,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.