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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.