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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.