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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.