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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
New Order,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.