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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.