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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Can,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.