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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.