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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.