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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.