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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.