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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.