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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Pantytec 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.