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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.