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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.