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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.