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 Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.