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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.