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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.