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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.