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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.