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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.