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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
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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.