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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.