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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.