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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.