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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.