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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.