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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.