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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Television,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.