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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.