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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.