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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.