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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Motorama,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Nas,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.