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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.