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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.