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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.