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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ronan,
AZ,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.