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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.