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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Lalann,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.