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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Wings,
Jandek,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.