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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.