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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.