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 Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.