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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.