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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.