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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.