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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.