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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.