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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1964 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 Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.