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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Gong,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.