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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.