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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.