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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.