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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.