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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.