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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 New Age Steppers 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.