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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Visage,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.