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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Wire,
Slave,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.