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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.