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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.