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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.