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 Mali 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.