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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.