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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.