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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 Skarface 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.