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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.