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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.