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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.