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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.