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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.