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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dark Day 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.