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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.