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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.