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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.