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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.