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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.