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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.