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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.