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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.