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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.