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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Organ,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.