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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.