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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Visage,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.