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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.