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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Japan,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.