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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.