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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.