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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Searchers to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.