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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.