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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Franke,
ABC,
The Victims,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.