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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Swans,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.