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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.