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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.