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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
DNA,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.