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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.