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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.