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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
June of 44,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.