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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.