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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.