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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.