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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.