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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Skarface,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.