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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wasted Youth 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.