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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.