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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.