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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.