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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.