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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.