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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.