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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.