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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.