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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.