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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.