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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.