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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.