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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Fear,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.