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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.