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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.