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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.