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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.