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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Wings,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.