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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Wire,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.