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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.