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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.