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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.