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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.