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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.